Moon’s Promise – The Last Riders Read Online Jamie Begley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Crime, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
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She went to the sound system and started the music she wanted before moving to the dresser to take out the white satin chemise. When she slid it on, she couldn’t resist running a hand down the front, loving the erotic feel of the material on one side of the baby doll gown. The other side was a clear mesh, leaving that part of her body bare.

She had just finished brushing her hair when Moon came out of the bathroom, wearing the outfit she had given him.

Licking her bottom lip, she sat down on the side of the bed. Oh, my goodness … with the hat pulled down, he looked as good as the guy she followed.

“Is this what …?”

Larissa raised her hand to stop him from talking. “Don’t ruin it. The best part is he never talks,” she advised.

The sultry music playing in the background was “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims as Moon started jumping over the rope, making her heart beat faster. The way he twirled and twisted his body in different ways was magical.

“I’m curious … how good are you at push-ups?”

The jump rope went limp.

“Nevermind.” She sensed that she was pushing her luck, “ I think I prefer you jumping rope anyways.”

She bit down on her lip as Moon rose and started jumping rope again, without missing a beat. This time Moon went faster, his tricks becoming more intricate as he jumped on one foot then switched to the other. Then he would double the rope to jump it sideways.

“You know, I’m wondering, I haven’t seen you working out here. Do you work out at The Last Riders’?”

Moon gave her a nod.

“That’s what I thought. Killyama showed me the equipment The Last Riders have at the clubhouse. It makes sense that you would work out there.” Larissa noticed Moon’s jaw getting tighter each time she talked. She must be messing with his concentration. “Do any of the other Last Riders work out with you?”

Noticing Moon was tilting his head back so he could look at her under the brim of his hat, she started playing with the pretty, pink bow between her breasts. She was saving the surprise for later that when the bow was untied, the chemise opened like a robe.

Seeing his slight nod, she ran her hand over her baby pouch which, in all likelihood, she would never get rid of.

“You know, I was thinking … maybe we could work out together? If you tell me when you and the other Last Riders work out, I could schedule my appointments around that time, and we can all work out together. I could get some tips from them …”

One end of the jump rope came swinging for her. With a frightened squeal, she jumped up from the bed and ran for the bedroom door.

Her hand was on the doorknob when the jump rope curled around her waist and she was tugged backward.

Gasping at what he had done without hurting her, she found, to her dismay, she wasn’t able to dislodge the rope and was being pulled inexplicably within his grasp.

Feeling his heat behind her, she turned around to throw herself into his arms. “I was just joking.” She batted her eyes at him as she wound her arms around his neck.

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true.” She gawked up at him as if he was the neatest thing since sliced bread. “None of The Last Riders could compare to you.”

Doubt filled her at the wisdom of her playing into Moon’s jealousies. She hadn’t needed Winter’s advice at the bridal shower about Moon being competitive. She had learned early in life the more intelligent a man was, the more competitive he’d be. When she became bored, she found other educational outlets to keep her busy. Moon, on the other hand, she surmised had used women to fill that competitive void. He was no dummy. The way he had drawn up those contracts was a masterpiece of cunning.

No, she hadn’t needed Winter’s subtle warning about Moon. He would constantly be looking over a fence to see if the grass was greener on the other side, but she figured, if she kept him so busy making sure his own grass was green and trimmed, his own roots would become too deep to be blown away.

Cupping her butt, Moon lifted her up to him and plastered her body against him. “None of them can do as many push-ups as I can,” he bragged, carrying her toward the bed.

“Have you guys had a competition to see?” Biting back a giggle, she stuck an awed expression on her face.

“I win every time.”

“Was Jesus there?” Larissa dared to ask.

“Yes.” Moon ground out, remembering he told her it was her night to choose what she wanted, but it was obvious already that he had plans to pay her back tomorrow night for that comment.


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